I was hesitant at first...,

...but now I am truly hooked. As I waited patiently for each hour of more Jane, I grew to admire the way the book was handled. Yes, much of Jane's past is missing, but what is there is captivating. Georgie Henley is scarily mature - more than she has a right to be - and her understanding of young Jane's gravity and passion was wonderfully portrayed.

When Ruth Wilson took the scene, I didn't see at first how she was the unearthly Jane I had read. But it became clearer and clearer, and by far she is the most human and understandable Jane yet. Her face speaks volumes as she says nothing. "That face," comments Toby Stephens' Rochester. It is true. Though we see her silent face many times, we have no problem guessing exactly what she is feeling.

At first, I thought Toby was disappointing. I quite liked the sarcasm of William Hurt in the 1996 version, and Mr. Stephens seemed more brash than sarcastic, more flirting than teasing. But it was the chemistry that quite obviously grew between these two characters that has solidified Toby Stephens as Edward Fairfax Rochester for me. For the first time in a movie version, I realized how much the two had become friends first, and then soul mates.

Two other things were handled extraordinarily. The and the scary. From dark corridors and floating candles, burning beds, portraits of mad people and blood dripping, Susanna White got her Gothic right. It is almost a ghost story. This suspense keeps the story from being overly lovey-dovey, and shows a real contrast between the white taffeta-covered aristocracy, and the darkly-clad Jane in Rochester's dim study.

As for the X factor, this is not Jane Austen. Women can have conversations with men alone in rooms. Dark-haired, exotic beauties can seduce with a look, cheat with a smile and sin the world round. All of it is not afraid to show up in this version. Rochester and Jane's connection, displayed quite innocently and platonic in some versions, blazes with passion in this. The flashbacks in the final hour of series are some of the steamiest and most emotionally charged parts of this production.

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It's heart-warming, passionate, suspenseful, full of beautiful scenery and costuming; all in all, a whole 4 hours of excellent entertainment. Don't miss out.

A wonderful adaptation of this classic. The casting is excellent, Ruth makes a delightful and intriguing Jane and Toby Stephens is an utterly fantastic Rochester. This is a compelling series, each episode leaves you anxious to see the next. The set designers, costume designers have excelled themselves and the lighting in particular is superb.

The acting is generally of an extremely high standard and has been very well cast. I would not be surprised to see this adaptation doing for Bronte what Pride and Prejudice did for Austen. Toby Stephens' Rochester is even more ruggedly handsome and desirable than Darcy (if that is at all possible). This should be on everyone's list of things to watch.

Best romance film in years!

My husband saw the first Jane Eyre from years ago and thought he remembered that his sisters like it a lot. After so many years, he figured the new version might be good so we tried it out. Thinking we would spread the 4-hr. movie out over a few nights, we started it on a Tuesday night at 9:30pm. By 12 midnight, there was no way we were turning it off!

Best romance movie made in years! I am a huge "Notebook" fan, and I would say that the feelings that movie inspired were similar to the ones wrought by Jane Eyre. Amazing acting, beautiful scenery, and wonderful ending!

Jane Eyre is a tough adaptation. You need a host of competent actors for the minor roles, good child actors and a brooding, fiery Bronte hero for Rochester, capable of attaching a variety of women and inspiring devotion in one of literature's great heroines.

There have been plenty of great Rochesters, George C Scott and Ciaran Hinds to name but two, and Toby Stephens may be another. The ladies certainly seem to think so.

But in Ruth Wilson we may finally have a memorable Jane Eyre. An actress who is strikingly beautiful but not superficially pretty. Who can look dour and empty, who is believably dull and innocent and yet simultaneously contains the fire for a great love story. She has fabulous poise and control. Only the smallest alterations of expression are required to communicate changing emotions bubbling below the surface. One of the reasons it fits so well into four hours is that Ruth can do 10 pages of prose with one change of expression. Adorable.

It goes along at a fair old pace. Jane is into and out of Lowood in the first 10 minutes. But the texture is right. The two central characters have sparked on and off each other very convincingly.

Will it be the one?

(After the Final Episode) There's no doubt. It is THE one. Started extremely well and got better and better. There are so many outstanding moments between the two leads and not just in the big scenes. Watch Ruth Wilson's incredible acting in the stairwell as she summons up the courage to enter the tower room to nurse Mason, balanced by Toby's concern followed by his wordless decision to trust her. Or his petulance as he welcomes her return from Gateshead, turning to delight in Jane's pleasure in coming home. The last episode is unforgettable. As good as television gets.

Magnificent.

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Orphaned as a child, Jane Eyre is brought up first in the cruel and loveless household of her aunt, Mrs Reed, before being sent to Lowood School until the age of 19.

Jane embarks upon a career as a governess, and her first position is at Thornfield Hall, the home of the mysteriously absent Edward Rochester.

Out walking one afternoon, Jane is almost run down by a rider. Startled, the horse falls and throws its rider. Jane helps the dark, enigmatic stranger to his feet and back onto his horse. Only later does she realise that it's Rochester, returned from his travels.

Rochester is quickly impressed by Jane's spirit and is increasingly drawn to her. Jane, in turn, is captivated by Rochester's outspokenness and dangerous edge.

But the dark corridors of Thornfield Hall hold untold secrets and, no matter where she turns, Jane seems to feel the eyes of laundrywoman Grace Poole upon her.

Awoken by a strange laugh one night, Jane follows the noise to Rochester's room, where she discovers his bed on fire and his life in grave danger.

Will she be able to wake him on time? And who is responsible for this murderous act?

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Jane wakes Rochester from his burning bed. She waits in his room, watching through the window as Rochester's lamplight moves toward the North Tower. On his return, Rochester draws Jane close to him.

After the excitement of the night before, Jane rises to find Rochester has left Thornfield without word of when he might return.

When he eventually comes back, he brings with him a group of distinguised guests, including the beautiful and accomplished Blanche Ingram and her imposing and opinionated mother, Lady Ingram.

Below stairs, gossip is rife that Rochester is to be married to Miss Ingram. Jane's disappointment at this news is both raw and visible, especially when Rochester insists Jane attends the evening soirees at every opportunity.

When a mysterious guest turns up uninvited, Rochester is clearly unsettled by the news. That night, the whole house is awoken by blood-curdling screams. Rochester calms the situation, but Jane realises something is badly wrong when she sees a pool of blood dripping from his injured arm.

Rochester asks Jane for assistance, and takes her into the North Tower to tend to Mason who has been violently attacked, as if by a wild animal.

Jane stays with him whilst Rochester fetches the doctor. But she is frightened by loud banging on the other side of the door. Who or what is hidden in the North Tower?

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Jane embarks on a journey to fulfil the dying Mrs Reed's final wish. Once there Jane learns of a secret and a dreadful, vicious lie told for revenge. An uncle, she didn't know existed, had offered to look after her, several years earlier. However, Jane forgives her aunt and after the funeral returns to Thornfield.

There, the rumours of a wedding between Blanche Ingram and Rochester are still rife.

When Rochester presses Jane that she must leave Thornfield, she reveals her strong feelings for him. The charade is over.

Rochester admits he has no intention of marrying Blanche – instead, he's in love with Jane, and proposes marriage to her. Jane can hardly believe it, but once convinced by the strength of Rochester's feelings she accepts his offer.

Two nights before the wedding, Jane has a nightmare and wakes with a start to the terrifying vision of a woman in her bedroom. She wants to believe Rochester's explanation that it was part of her dream – but the results are scarily real. Jane's wedding veil has been ripped in two.

As the wedding day arrives events take a turn for the worse. The wedding is interrupted by a lawyer who reveals some devastating news for Jane. Rochester is already married, and his wife, Bertha, resides in Thornfield's North Tower.

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Having left Thornfield, a heartbroken Jane finds herself alone, penniless and starving on the moors.

Utterly exhausted, she lies down in a final act of surrender to the elements.

However, she's rescued by local clergyman St John Rivers who, together with his sisters, Diana and Mary, nurses her back to health. The family are poor, but intelligent and spirited. Jane forcefully represses all memories of Rochester's desperate attempts to make her stay and resolves to begin a new life as the parish teacher.

A year passes, and Jane's school has improved beyond measure when St John Rivers announces he has been looking into her past. He's discovered she is an heiress. He also learns of her disastrous relationship with Rochester and proposes marriage to Jane and a life of companionship as a missionary.

Torn over her decision, Jane thinks she hears Rochester call out her name and knows she must go back to Thornfield. But what she finds there is shocking – nothing is as it was and, finally, the secrets of the North Tower are laid bare.

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Jane Eyre script

You'll stay in the red room until you've learned to be good!

Please let me out, my father died in this room.

And his ghost is still there, watching over you! No!

You could stay there until morning!

Oh, Aunt, no, no! I cannot endure it!

You'll do as so told!

The Reverend, Mr. Brocklehurst is here, madam

John!

Good afternoon. Mr. Brocklehurst.

Mrs. Reed.

Do come this way.

My children.

Enchanting.

Tea?

Perhaps just this once

Pray, be seated.

John, dear would you go and find that wretched girl and bring her down?

Yes, mama

This has been of course a very difficult decision for me. Mr. Brocklehurst.

Come on! She's going!

Hooray! She's going away.

She'll never like him. I can't believe it.

Her... um, mother,

was my late husband's sister.

She married a clergyman. Penniless. Both parents died...

of typhus, when the child was but a few months old.

Are you her only living relative?

There is um... an uncle,

her father's brother,

but he lives abroad, in um... Madera, I think. I know nothing about.

Go!

I have done what I can for the child...

but she has...

a willful, obstinate nature

Oh! Here she is.

This is Jane Eyre.

Jane, this is Mr. Brocklehurst of Loward School

How do you do sir?

I hear you are a wicked child, Jane Eyre.

Let me examine you.

Do you know where the wicked go after death?

To hell.

What is hell?

Can you tell me that?

A pit full of fire.

And should you like to fall into that pit...

and to burn there forever?

No, sir.

What must you do to avoid it?

Keep well, and not die, sir.

It is as I said.

You must warn her teachers to keep a strict eye on her...

and above all to guard against her worst fault,

a tendency to deceit.

Deceit?

We do not tolerate that at Loward.

That is why I wrote you.

I would like her to be brought up in a manner be fitting her prospects...

to be made useful, to be kept humble.

And as for the vacations,

I would prefer... if she spent them with you.

Of course.

Come!

Deceit is a sin. It is akin to falsehood.

And all liars shall spend eternity...

in that lake burning with brimstone and fire.

I'm not deceitful.

I beg your pardon?

I'm not deceitful. And I'm not a liar.

For if I were, I should say that I love you.

I do not love you. I dislike you worst of anybody in the world...

except your son.

Your bags, Jane Eyre.

Do you see what a wicked child she is?

Have no fear, Mrs. Reed. At Loward we shall tame her unruly spirit.

The stool.

Place this child upon it.

You see this?

This girl!

Her name is Jane Eyre.

Be on your guard against her.

Avoid her company.

Shut her out of your conversations.

This girl, take a good look at her,

this girl is a liar!

Let her stand on the stool all day,

she shall have no food,

and let no one speak to her.

Alice!

Pay attention!

Back to your lessons!

Let her sing with us.

Jane

Jane!

What?

Some bread and some cheese

Thank you.

What is your name?

Helen Burns

Thank you, Helen. And god bless you.

And you too, Jane.

Good night.

Hands!

Bonnet! Toes!

Hands

Bonnet... Bonnet, Jones!

Burns, you're standing on the side of your shoes. Turn your toes out immediately.

And you're chin is poking out... draw it in!

Hold your head up!

I will not have you standing in front of me in that slovenly way!

Cover your mouth!

Dirty, disagreeable girl.

You haven't cleaned your fingernails this morning!

The water was frozen.

That is no excuse.

Fetch me the birch!

Obstinate girl!

One thing will cure you...

of your slovenly habits!

I'm very sorry, Miss Catchard.

Put it away!

Cleanliness is next to godliness.

Time for your lessons, girls!

Go sit down now.

Who taught you to draw?

I taught myself.

I used to make up books at my Aunt Reed's house,

and then tried to copy the pictures.

You draw very well.

Not really.

You do. You have a gift. You're lucky.

Helen.

Can I draw a portrait of you?

Me?

Yes!

Take off your bonnet. You have such pretty hair.

The Lord has seen fit to burden us once more.

Who's that girl with red hair?

Burns, sir, Helen Burns.

Burns, step forward.

Vanity!

You see this vanity.

Long curled hair, masses of red curls!

It is in defiance of every decent principle of this school!

You know that, as well as I do.

It is my fault sir, I told her to take off her bonnet.

I don't care about her bonnet! It's her hair, her curls! Her vanity!

It's not vanity Mr. Brocklehurst. Helen's hair curls naturally.

And does she not sin, naturally, as well?

I am here to teach you discipline,

I am here to correct nature. So are you Miss Temple.

Well, let me try to arrange the hair so that it does not offend you.

Offending me is not the issue!

It is the child's vanity that must be suppressed!

Remove far from me vanity and lies.

Proverbs, chapter 30, verse 8.

The girl's hair shall be cut off!

No!

Did someone speak?

Why should you punish her for the way God made her hair?

Fetch the scissors...

You, Jane Eyre.

Did you hear what I said?

I will not ask you again.

Your hair will grow again soon.

And if it's cut off again, it will grow again.

And it will be even more beautiful than it was before.

Come, into bed.

I'm sure you feel very sorry for yourselves.

I'm sure you all envy other girls...

who seem to have been blessed with happier lives.

But you have all been blessed with intelligence.

Intelligence and a proper education will give you...

independence of spirit.

And that is the greatest blessing of all.

The only thing that matters in your life, is to be in harmony with God.

What is this? Come, into bed.

Go to bed!

Lmmediately! All of you!

Miss Temple!

I'm worried about Helen burns. Her cough is much worse.

Most little girls have a cough.

I think we should call the doctor.

Only Mr. Brocklehurst can do that.

Then I shall talk with him.

No, Miss Temple, I will!

Helen?

Jane...

Is that you?

What are you doing here?

It's gone eleven.

I couldn't sleep until I've see you.

Your feet are bare.

Lie down. Come here beneath my quilt.

Don't cry.

You mustn't cry.

Please don't leave me.

We'll be together again.

When? Where?

In heaven. Forever...

Will we?

Don't you believe that?

I don't know.

You must believe it Jane, you must believe!

God will take care of us.

Good night, dearest Jane.

Ah!

Helen?

Mr. Brocklehurst!

Mr. Brocklehurst!

I've found her, sir

Burns! Burns!

I'll tend to it, sir.

Don't grieve, Jane.

She's gone to a better place.

May god have mercy on her soul.

Come, Jane.

Jane, Jane!

Jane! You must hurry, The coach is here.

I hope you don't think I'm being ungrateful.

Ungrateful? Whatever do you mean?

Ever since I came to Loward, you've been my one true friend

apart from Helen.

I feel as if I'm abandoning you.

No, no. You mustn't think that.

No, it's good and proper that you should be starting a new life.

I wish you could come with me.

Thank you.

But, I believe it's God's will that I'm here. I cannot leave.

God bless you.

How much further? A couple of hours, I should think.

Ooh, I see.

If Miss Eyre, who advertised in the Yorkshire Herald of last Thursday,

is in a position to give satisfactory references...

as to character and competency,

a situation can be offered to her.

There is but one pupil, a little girl, under 10 years of age,

and the salary is 30 pounds per annum.

Miss Eyre is requested to send references, name, address...

and all particulars to Mrs. Fairfax, Thornfield Hall.

Whoa!

Lt'll be nice to get out and stretch our legs after that long journey.

Goodbye, Miss. Goodbye.

Goodbye, young lass.

Oh! Come in Miss!

Come in.

Leah! Leah, it's the new governess!

Would you follow me, Miss?

Mrs. Fairfax...

Mrs. Fairfax. Miss Eyre.

Oh!

How do you do my dear?

I'm afraid you've had a tedious journey. You must be frozen!

Let me help you.

Please don't trouble yourself...

Oh, no trouble.

Your own hands must be numb with cold.

Now, come! Come to the fire and get warm.

And I dare say a hot drink would be most welcomed too. Sugar?

No, thank you.

And Leah, cut a sandwich or two.

Do sit down, my dear.

The key What?

The key, Mrs. Fairfax. Oh, yes.

And if Adele is still awake, ask her to come down.

Yes, Mrs. Fairfax.

The child keeps the most impossible hours.

I imagine her mother must have kept her up the entire evening.

She isn't your daughter?

Oh, no...

Her name is Varax. Adele Varax

No, I have no family.

I am glad. I'm so glad that you are come.

One can feel so isolated here, especially in the winter.

It will most pleasant for me to have someone...

to converse with on terms of equality.

Of course, to be sure.

John and his wife, Leah are very decent people.

Ah! Here is your charge.

Come Adele.

Here is the lady who is to teach you.

And make a clever woman of you one day.

Is this my new governess?

Yes, my little one. My name is Miss Eyre.

You can speak French? Can I speak with you?

Yes, Adele but we're with Mrs. Fairfax now.

And in her presence it is more polite if we try to speak in English.

You understand her when she runs off like that?

Oh yes.

Adele, Shall I sing for you? My mama taught me to sing.

Where is your mama?

Gone... She flew away to the holy virgin.

She taught me to dance and to sing

Shall I sing for you now?

In the morning, Adele It's late.

And it is time you were in bed, come along.

We should come up and hear your prayers.

This way my dear.

Come on Miss.

Thornfield is a fine old hall, perhaps a little neglected of late.

But, that could soon be remedied if only Mr. Rochester would come home.

Who is Mr. Rochester?

Oh, why, he is the master of this house.

But you'll never see him. He never stops here.

Of course, he does, sometimes.

He brought you, now Adele Didn't he?

But it's true, he's usually away.

Mademoiselle?

Will we be very happy?

We shall work hard and we shall be content.

Good night Adele Say your prayers.

And you, Mademoiselle Eyre.

Goodnight Madame Fairfax.

Goodnight Adele.

I will not keep you up all night I'm sure you will want to retire early.

And your room is just along here, near to Adele. It's quite small,

but I thought you'd like it better than the ones in the front.

They are larger...

but so dreary and solitary and no one sleeps there.

What would almost say.

If there were a ghost at Thornfield Hall that would be it's haunt.

Now here is your room.

This is for me?

What is it, is anything the matter?

I know tomorrow I'll discover this as a dream.

From which I must awaken.

Oh, no.

We are real.

And you are most welcome here, most welcome.

Goodnight my dear, sleep well.

Thank you Mrs. Fairfax.

Up here, is the main gallery.

What a handsome place!

I have the windows open to let in a little air.

Everything gets so damp in rooms that are seldom entered.

Now let me show you the rest of the house.

Here, are the master's rooms.

Is that Mr. Rochester?

Oh, no. His father.

And why Mr. Rochester keeps it here, despite everything,

I do not know. One of his strange ways,

He's father and his brother...

they were very unfair to him.

Some would say barbarous.

He was the younger son, You see.

And he was expected to sacrifice everything for family.

He only inherited Thornfield, nine years ago.

When he was a child, he was such a gentle boy.

He's clearly not barbarous himself,

if he's taking care of Adele's upbringing.

Oh no, oh no, Mr. Rochester does accept his responsibilities.

And he's a generous and liberal landlord to his tenants.

He's well traveled, very intelligent.

But when he talks to you,

you cannot always be sure whether he's in jest or in earnest.

Whether he is pleased or to the contrary,

he is not a happy man.

Oh my goodness! Those flowers!

Oh, I do keep telling them the rooms must be kept in readiness!

Mr. Rochester visits may be rare, but we are never warned.

What was that?

One of the servants most likely. Perhaps, Grace Poole.

But did you hear it? Oh, yes.

I often hear it.

She does sewing in one of these rooms.

Grace!

Too much noise, Grace.

Remember instructions.

We can go back this way.

Your arithmetic is not very good Adele.

It is dull, I do not care for it.

Why can't you do something else?

It's my job to give you a good education.

Learning arithmetic is an important part of that.

Mama said it was important to learn singing and dancing.

That was until...

If you're a good girl, I'll teach you to play the piano.

Will you? When?

Perhaps tomorrow

Why not now?

Arithmetic today, piano lessons tomorrow.

I'm going for a walk And when I come back,

I want to see how many of those sums...

you've got right.

But they're so difficult.

You can do it, I know you can.

Are you injured, sir?

Can I do anything?

Just stand to one side.

If you're hurt, I can fetch some help.

No thank you, I shall do I have no broken bones.

Well, go on then.

I cannot think of leaving you here, sir.

Until I see you're able to mount your horse.

You should be at home yourself.

Where do you come from?

There

What? Do you mean that house with the battlements?

Yes, sir.

Whose house is it? Mr. Rochester's.

Do you know Mr. Rochester?

No, I've never seen him.

And what is your position there?

I'm the governess

Ahh... the governess.

I believe I must ask your help after all if you'd be so kind.

Yes, sir.  Would you get hold of my horse's bridle...

and lead him to me?

You're not afraid?

No, sir.

I see the mountain will never come to Mohamed,

so you must help Mohamed to go to the mountain.

Would you please come here?

Excuse me.

Necessity compels me to make use of you.

Thank you. Would you hand me my hat, and crop?

Thank you for your help.

Now...

make haste home as fast... as you can.

Whose dog is this?

It came with the master

With whom?

The master, Mr. Rochester. He just arrived.

Here is Miss Eyre, sir.

I trust the leg is feeling more comfortable?

The doctor will be here in the morning.

Let Miss Eyre be seated.

Look what Mr. Rochester has brought me.

Have you brought mademoiselle a present as well?

Do you expect a present, Miss Eyre?

Are you... fond of presents?

I hardly know, sir I have little experience of them.

They're generally thought pleasant things.

Generally thought, But, what do you think?

A present has many faces to it, has it not?

How long have you been in my house?

4 months.

And you came from?

- Loward School, sir, in Lancashire. - Loward?

- How long were you there? - 10 years.

8 as a pupil, 2 as a teacher.

You must be tenacious of life to survive that place so long.

No wonder you have the look of another world about you.

When I saw you in the lane,

I thought on account of the fairy tales,

I'd half a mind to ask if you'd bewitched my horse.

I'm not sure yet, it is she, who's responsible for my sprain!

There was ice on the roadway, sir.

It was that which caused your horse to slip.

Perhaps... I am not sure yet.

Very well, Miss Eyre.

I bid you good night.

Adele, watch and listen.

Do you mean like this?

I have examined Adele,

I'm found that you've taken great pains with her,

she's not bright, she's no particular talent.

Given a very short time, she's made much improvement.

She has worked hard.

I gather you're teaching her to play the piano?

Yes, sir.

Are you fond of music? Do you play well?

I'm very fond of music.

- I play a little - A little...

Like any other English schoolgirl Perhaps better than some but not...

well...

Adele showed me some sketches.

She said they were yours.

I don't know of they were entirely of your doing.

- Perhaps some master helped you? - No one helped me, sir.

Ah! That wounds your pride.

These pictures must have taken much time and thought.

When did you do them?

In the last two vacations I spent alone.

- Did you copy them? - No, sir, they came out of my head.

That head I see now on your shoulders?

Yes.

Has it other furniture of the same kind within?

I think it may have. Better, I hope.

Were you happy when you painted these pictures?

I didn't have the skill to paint what was in my imagination.

I always wanted to achieve more.

You may have insufficient technique.

But the thoughts are magical.

Ah... nine o'clock.

- Is Adele in bed? - Not yet, sir.

She should be in bed long before this I don't approve of these late hours.

See to it Miss Eyre.

I would do the edges darker.

His leg is better.

- He will be going away soon. - Perhaps.

It shall break my heart.

Could you draw me a picture of him? So I'll always have him with me.

You examine me, Miss Eyre.

Do you think me handsome?

No, sir.

There is something very singular about you,

you have the air of a little nun.

Quaint, quiet, grave and simple.

But, when one asks you a question

or makes a remark to...

which if not blunt, is at least brusque What do you mean by it?

Sir, I was too plain I beg your pardon.

I ought to have replied that tastes differ.

That beauty is of little consequence Something of that sort.

Well, endure my surliness Without being hurt.

Very few masters would trouble themselves to inquire whether or not...

their paid employees were offended.

Do you never laugh, Ms. Eyre?

Never mind.

Let me see what my paid employee has been drawing in her sketchbook.

May I?

You have me utterly.

No, no! It's mine!

Come with me, Miss Eyre.

Adele, continue with your work.

And remember, the shadows are as important as the light.

- Do you believe that? - What, sir?

That the shadows are as important as the light?

I believe that none of us is perfect.

I believe none of us is without some fault to hide.

You are not naturally your steer anymore than I am naturally vicious.

I once had a heart full of tender feelings.

But fortune has knocked me about.

Now I'm hard and tough as an India rubber ball.

Do you think there's any hope for me?

Hope for what, sir?

My being transformed from India rubber back to flesh and blood.

Come, pilot!

Mrs. Fairfax Is all well, my dear?

What a strange man.

So changeful and abrupt.

Hmm... I suppose I've grown accustomed to it.

- And one has to make allowances - Why?

Partly because it is his nature,

And we none of us can help our nature.

- Partly, family troubles - He doesn't have a family.

There are painful memories Which are perhaps best forgotten.

- Oh bravo, bravo! - Well done, Adele.

Isn't that how Madam danced for you monsieur?

Precisely, Exactly.

Now... go off to bed Fairfax, take her out of here.

Oh no Monsieur, Let me stay awhile longer.

- Let me dance again. - You heard what I said.

Please...

Don't argue! Do as you're told!

Come, Adele, come.

Well?

You may treat me as you will but you should not treat a child...

I will treat her. However I see fit!

When I look at Adele, I see a miniature of her mother.

Same beauty, the same merciless charm.

She was an opera dancer.

I was not the first to love her.

But she told me that I was Adele's father

At the time, I wanted to believe it was so.

But then, one night, I found her in the arms of a brainless viscount.

I left a bullet in his feeble wing.

Gave here my purse and ordered her away from me.

So, perhaps you will think...

differently of the child now.

Perhaps you'll soon be telling me.

I should look for a new governess.

Adele is not responsible for her mother's faults...

or yours! Or mine!

Or mine, what have I done but play the village idiot?

You've made Adele feel unwanted and unloved.

Why didn't you leave her in Paris where she was happy?

Because her mother abandoned her!

When I looked around, I was all she had left.

And I do honor my obligations...

however, they were incurred.

No one can deny me that...

Goodnight Miss Eyre.

Mr. Rochester! Mr. Rochester Wake up!

Wake up, sir! Please!

What?

Help me, sir.

More water!

- What happened? - I don't know.

- I heard a strange laugh. - Grace!

Where are you going?

Stay here, don't move.

Wrap yourself in my cloak,

you're soaked.

Grace!

Open the door, Grace.

It was as I thought.

Grace Poole, sir?

Quite so...

You should send her away.

Say nothing of this business.

I will answer for all this.

You can go... go to your room now There's nothing more to fear.

Goodnight then, sir.

What?

- Are you leaving me? - You told me to go.

Well, not in that brief dry fashion not without...

taking leave at least, shake hands.

The roses had thorns.

You have saved my life.

I am in your debt There is no debt.

No obligation.

I knew you would do me good in some way, at some time.

I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.

I'm glad I happened to be awake.

What's the matter? You're shivering.

I'm cold.

Cold...

You're cold? Yes, sir.

Goodnight, Jane Go back to bed.

You call that clean?

You and I are going to have a word, lass.

I'm going to talk to you downstairs.

Oh! Good morning Miss Eyre.

What happened here?

The master was reading in bed last night.

He fell asleep with a candle lit and the curtains got on fire.

Luckily, he woke up in time to put the flames out.

Here you are! Hang them up.

Did nobody hear anything?

Did nobody wake up?

Perhaps you heard something?

Yes, Grace, I did.

I heard someone laughing.

If I were you, Miss,

I'd get into the habit of locking my door...

Good morning.

Oh, Miss Eyre.

I suppose you've heard about the master's accident.

It's a mercy he wasn't burnt in his bed. Dear!

Is he all right? Yeah. Well enough...

to be up with the sun and gone before breakfast.

Gone? Gone where?

To Lord Ingram's the other side of Malcott.

I gather there's quite a party assembled there.

Do you expect him back tonight? Oh, no... no.

Nor tomorrow night, I think.

When these fashionable people get together, They're in no hurry to part.

They may decide to go to London or the continent.

Oh, Mr. Rochester may not be back at Thornfield for another year.

He's quite a favorite with the ladies in the party.

That Miss Blanche has been setting her cap at him for years.

- Miss Blanche? - Lord Ingram's daughter.

- Prettiest girl in the county. - She is, Miss.

Does the master like her?

Yes.

Yes, he's a different man when he's with her.

So merry and lively, you wouldn't know him.

Oh, Leah!

You're a fool

Come on and help me with this sheet.

Oh come along, James.

Please do hurry and take them to the dining room.

Yes, maam.

Now, fold my corner to your corner.

Mrs. Fairfax, I just want to see if we can keep a frog.

What? a frog

My dear, not now I have no time for frogs.

Mr. Rochester may be here at any minute.

And all of Lord Ingram's fine friends with him.

He has never done this to me before.

All the ladies will bring their maids. And all the gentlemen their valets.

In the past, he couldn't wait to leave Thornfield.

Now he seems determined to fill the house with guests.

They're coming!

What? They're coming!

Doucement, doucement! (Slowly, slowly)

Oh mademoiselle, The beautiful ladies are coming here.

That's Lady Ingram And Lady Eshton.

Yes, and Lady Lynn.

And that of course, is Miss Blanche.

This way. Thank you.

Do you think Mr. Rochester is in love with Miss Ingram?

You shouldn't ask such question.

Why not?

Because it's none of our affair.

It would be my affair if they got married.

Adele, stop this conversation.

Go back to your work.

I hope he doesn't marry her.

I heard her maid telling Leah that she's only interested in his money.

The maid said he brought back bundles from Jamaica.

Adele!

Miss Eyre!

Mr. Rochester wants you to bring Adele to the party.

And he wants both of you to stay until it is her bedtime.

Surely, he doesn't want me to stay.

Oh, yes.

If she objects, tell her it is my particular wish.

Those were his very words.

Bonsoir, mesdames.

What a little puppet!

That must be Mr. Rochester's ward.

The little French girl he was speaking of!

What's your name child?

Adele, madame.

So pretty. How charming!

Edward, I thought you were not fond of children.

Nor am I.

So what persuaded you to take charge of this little creature?

Where did you pick her up?

I did not pick her up, She was left on my hands.

You should have sent her away to school.

I'm not sure if I could afford it, schools are so expensive.

Don't tell me you look after her yourself!

We have a governess

A governess. Yes, I thought I saw someone with her just now.

You can always tell a governess at first glance.

They're plain in a very special way.

Aren't they, mama?

Aren't who what, my darling?

Governess

Ha! Don't talk to me about governesses.

The very word makes me tremble with rage.

I have suffered a martyrdom in their incompetence.

What?

Nothing.

Now is there something wrong?

She is sitting just behind you.

Who is?

The governess!

Well, never mind! May do her some good to hear the truth!

Come along,

time for dancing I've been idle long enough.

Donna Bianca, will you do me the great honor?

Rochester!

I didn't know you were a dancing man.

He only dances with me Colonel Dent.

Who else would I want to dance with?

Mrs. Bennett, will you play for us?

Jane?

You look pale.

Was my dancing so clumsy? No, sir.

Then come back to the drawing room It's too early to go to bed.

I'm tired, sir.

And a little depressed.

What about? Tell me.

Nothing, sir I'm not depressed.

But you are...

So much so, that a few more words will bring tears to your eyes.

Did I see them there now?

Please excuse me, sir I'm, I'm very tired.

Very well.

I will excuse you tonight But so long as long as my visitors stay,

I would like you to appear in the drawing room every evening.

It is my wish Jane don't ignore it.

May I help you, sir?

I... I'd like to see Mr. Rochester.

We have a house full of guests.

Mr. Rochester and I are old...

old friends, And... I'm very tired.

I've come a long way to see him All the way from Jamaica.

May I have your name, sir?

Mason,

Richard Mason.

Peter, Take this gentleman to the tapestry bedroom.

God damn your luck, Denton.

Will there be anything else, sir?

Ah... no thank you.

Jane...

I need your help

What is it?

Come with me.

You don't turn sick at the sight of blood?

I don't think so.

Give me your hand.

It won't do to risk a fainting fit.

Now Jane...

There's a sponge on the washstand.

Try to stop the bleeding.

I'll go and fetch the doctor I won't be long.

Sir...

I'll give you half an hour...

to dress the wound and get him out of here.

Why did you come? Why?

I thought I could do some good

You thought...

You thought.

She said she'd drain my heart!

Keep him at your house until he's quite well.

I'll ride over in a day or two and see how he is.

Have pity on her! Let her be treated tenderly.

Let her be... Yes, yes, I do my best!

And will continue to do so.

It is not her fault.

I know that!

It is not my fault, either and if anyone's to blame, it's you.

Go!

Ace of spades!

The devil's own luck, Rochester.

Well, you know what they say, "lucky at cards; unlucky in love".

Mary, my dear, off you go and join the other guests.

I'm bored with this game.

Why don't we play something else?

What would you like to play?

Lord Brancaster has a billiard table.

You should buy one I adore billiards.

They're rather expensive, billiard table I'm not sure if I can afford one.

Does that person want you?

Is something wrong?

May I speak to you, sir?

Seven card, Whist.

What is it?

I received a letter this morning.

If you please sir, I want leave of absence.

Why?

Because of an old lady who's sick

What old lady?

Her name is Mrs. Reed She's my aunt.

I thought you said you didn't have any relatives.

None that who'd own me, sir.

Mrs. Reed cast me off when I was a child.

Then why must you go rushing off to see her?

She's dying

I can't ignore her dying wish.

You won't be persuaded to stay?

No, sir.

I will return to Thornfield.

So you and I must say goodbye?

Yes, sir.

And how does one perform that ceremony?

Teach me I'm not quite up to it.

They say farewell. Or any other form they prefer.

Farewell, Miss Eyre...

for the present.

Is that all?

Yes, sir.

Then we shake hands.

Remember your promise.

Mr. Rivers, Miss Eyre is here.

Miss Eyre?

John Rivers, the rector at Gate's Head.

How do you do? Please, come in.

I wrote you because your aunt is most anxious to see you.

The family's in great trouble, Miss Eyre.

John Reed, your cousin, died, last month at his chambers in London.

He died? How?

They say he ruined his health with bad company.

It was his death that brought on your aunt's illness

This is my sister, Mary.

Mary, I'm taking Miss Eyre to see her aunt.

I shall be back presently.

You are like...

well you are like...

Jane Eyre.

I am Jane Eyre Jane...

I am very ill.

My mind is much troubled

by two wrongs I have done you.

One,

is in breaking the promise I made to my husband.

That I would bring you up as one of my own.

The other...

Go to my writing case,

take out the letter you will find there.

Read the letter.

This is dated three years ago.

Why did he never write to me?

I wrote to him...

I told him I knew nothing about you.

Now, act as you please.

Write to him.

Tell him I lied.

You were born to be my tormentor.

I'm not vindictive.

Let us be friends.

Love me then or hate me, as you will.

You have my full and free forgiveness.

Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle! I thought you had left me for good!

I'd told you I'd come back.

You said you'd be gone a week and it's been a month!

Forgive me Adele.

Mr. Rochester is sending me away to school.

I was so afraid I would be gone and never see you again

To school?

To Paris. To school for young ladies.

Adele!

Go tell the cook Miss Eyre has returned.

We'll need another place at dinner.

I'll ask her to make a special cake.

So you came back after all?

As I promised.

As you promised...

You're very quiet this evening.

What is on your mind?

Many things, sir.

My aunt's dead, being back at Thornfield.

And?

Adele tells me your sending her away to school.

Yes!

It's a good idea, don't you think? Paris is her home, after all.

May I ask why, sir?

I thought perhaps you might have guessed.

Perhaps, perhaps because you're going to be married?

Exactly.

Precisely.

With your usual acuteness you've hit the nail straight on the head.

I am to be married.

Which means Adele will go away to school.

And you will need to find a new situation.

I will advertise... directly.

No, you will not. I have a position that might suit you.

Governess to five daughters of a family in Ireland

It's long way off.

No matter, a girl of your sense will not object to the voyage.

Not the voyage, but the distance and then the sea is such a barrier.

From what, Jane?

From England sir,

and from Thornfield.

And...

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you.

Especially when you're near me as you are now.

It feels as though I had a string,

tied here under my left rib where my heart is.

Tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion.

And when you go to Ireland,

with all that distance between us,

I'm afraid this cord will be snapped.

And I shall bleed inwardly,

But you're sensible, you'll forget...

Never! I'll never forget.

I wish I'd never been born. I wish I'd never come to Thornfield.

There are other houses just as fine.

How can you be so stupid? How can you be so cruel?

I may be poor and plain, but I'm not without feelings!

It's not the house but the life I lived here.

I was not trampled on, I was not excluded.

I was treated as an equal.

And so you are, Jane

And so...

and so...

Yes so, sir.

And yet not so, For you're a married man.

Or as good as married.

Let me go! Please, still...

Don't struggle so... you're like a wild bird clawing at its cage.

I'm no caged bird, I'm a free human being.

Independent with a will of my own.

Then stay.

Stay and marry me.

How dare you make fun of me? I mean what I say

Stay at Thornfield. Be my wife!

And what of Miss Ingram?

Miss Ingram, I don't love Miss Ingram nor does she love me.

Jane, you strange, almost unearthly thing.

I love you as my own flesh.

I beg of you to marry me.

Say, "Edward, give me my name".

Say, "Edward, I will marry you".

Yes,

yes...

yes...

I hardly know what to say to you. I'm so astonished.

I feel like I must have been dreaming.

I thought Mr. Rochester came in here... and said,

That in a months time, you were to be his wife.

He said the same to me.

You know how much I like you.

Jane, but...

You are so young...

and little acquainted with men.

I have noticed Mr. Rochester's growing fondness for you.

And I had wanted so many times,

for your sake, to put you on your guard!

Why?

There is an old saying 'All is not gold that glitters'

And in this case, I fear...

Something different.

May be found...

from what you or I expect.

Is it impossible that Mr. Rochester...

should have a sincere affection for me?

Oh no... It is not that my dear.

He is a proud man. All the Rochesters were proud.

And gentlemen in his station...

are not accustomed to marrying their governesses.

Now then...

Let's try the cape on shall we?

Turn around, turn around, dear.

Oh, you look beautiful!

Have you been to the chapel?

Yes, sir. The pastor has just arrived.

The carriage?

Yes, the horses have all been harnessed.

I want to leave here the moment the ceremony is over.

Yes, sir.

Jane! Jane!

Yes, I'm here.

Any regrets?

Only that Adele is away at school.

She would have loved to seen me in this dress.

We'll have a portrait painted and sent to her.

Like this, with the morning light upon you.

We're gathered together here at the sight of God,

to join together this man, and this woman

in holy matrimony.

So go as a couple together otherwise as God has allowed.

I know join together by God...

The marriage cannot go on! I declare an impediment.

Continue, sir! I can not.

What is the nature of this impediment?

Mr. Rochester is a married man.

Who are you?

My name is Briggs. I'm a lawyer.

I was engaged to look after the interest your wife.

There is no wife!

I have confirm and prove that on the twentieth day of October 1829.

Edward Fairfax Rochester of Thornfield Hall,

was married to my sister. Bertha Antoinetta.

A copy of the wedding certificate is now in my possession.

Signed, Richard Mason.

That may prove that I have been married...

that does not prove that the woman still living.

She was living three months ago. I have a witness to the fact.

Then, produce him - damn you!

Sir, do not forget that you're in a sacred place.

Have the goodness to step forward, sir

Mason!

Close your book.

There'll be no wedding.

What these men say is true.

I have been married.

And the woman to whom I was married lives still.

Come to the house, all of you.

And meet Grace Pool's patient!

My wife!

Stay out of the way, Grace.

Be careful, sir. She's a bit snappish.

She's seen you, sir! You'd better not stay!

We'd better leave You stay here!

This is my wife,

Your sister, Mason!

Look at her.

She is mad!

So was her mother.

So was her grandmother.

Three generations of violent lunacy. I wasn't told about that was I, Mason?

All I was told about was that my father

had made a suitable match.

One that would prop up his dwindling fortune and one...

that would give your family the Rochester name!

I did what I was told!

And Bertha,

was kept away from me, until the wedding.

It was cleverly done.

Everyone got what they wanted except me.

Even,

she is better off here than she'd be in a lunatic asylum.

But I have spent the last 15years in torment!

And this is what I... what I wish to have...

this young girl, who stands so grave, but quiet at the mouth...

of hell...

Bertha!

Get it away from her!

Oh my Grace, take her.

I love you...

Say you love me.

I love you more than ever.

But this is the last time I shall ever say it.

I must leave you.

Jane!

Don't leave me, Jane!

Jane!

Jane!

Mr. Rochester!

Mr. Rochester!

The house, sir!

No!

Mr. Rochester! Help me! Help me!

Bertha!

Come close to me, Don't be afraid.

Come to me.

Please give your hand.

Bertha, come to me. No.

I would never harm you.

Don't be afraid Come to me now.

Please!

Come on!

This is for York, It's most urgent.

Thank you, And this is for you.

Thank you, Good day do.

It's Miss Eyre, isn't it?

Do you remember me? I'm Mary Rivers.

The rector's sister.

Are you ill?

How is she doing? She's had a good sleep.

Now may be a good time to talk to her.

How are you feeling?

You're looking much better.

The doctor is very pleased.

And you should be well enough to come down in a few days.

But I've been here almost a month. I cannot stay here any longer.

I must find work. I must find somewhere to live.

Hush... be still.

You shall stay here as long as you wish.

Swindon don't make her talk anymore.

Tell her!

Miss Eyre,

I do not want to excite you beyond your strength...

but I have some very surprising news

A gentleman has been here, looking for you. A lawyer.

I took it upon myself to act on your behalf.

A lawyer? What did he want?

It seems that your uncle in Madera.

John Eyre, has died, and left you his entire estate.

He always believed you were alive...

and he had the greatest faith that one day you would be found.

You are his only surviving relative.

You have become a wealthy woman.

These are the papers relating to your uncle.

And the fortune, you will inherit.

This is your uncle, John Eyre.

And this is your father,

the father you never knew.

How young he looks

and how kind.

He was kind.

Amongst these papers is the letter he wrote...

to your uncle announcing your birth...

You were deeply loved, Miss Eyre.

Please, forgive me.

There's nothing to forgive.

I know you have suffered greatly.

But the past can no longer harm you.

You are safe now.

Jane, you strange, almost unearthly thing.

I love you as my own flesh.

I love you.

Say you love me.

Jane,

Jane...

Mrs. Fairfax

Pilot, Hello, Pilot

Pilot!

Pilot!

No more noise!

Miss Eyre!

Mrs. Fairfax? Bring me a glass of water.

Who's there?

Who is it?

Pilot knows me.

My brain will burst.

What delusion is this?

What sweet madness?

How her fingers... Her very fingers...

Jane Eyre!

Jane Eyre!

So many times I've dreamed of this moment.

Then the dream vanishes and flies away.

Just like a dream, kiss me before you go.

I shall never leave you.

You will stay with me.

How?

I will be your friend, your nurse, your companion.

You will not be left alone for so long as I shall live.

But I'm no better than a ruined tree.

I'm the lightening struck, and decayed.

You're not ruined sir.

You're vigorous, and full of life.

Plants will grow and wind around you.

Because your strength offers a safe hold.

And so, and so I married him.

Slowly but surely, Edward began to recover his sight.

And when our first born was put I his arms,

he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes...

as they once were, large and brilliant and shining with life.

We sent for Adele and she now lives with us.

As beloved as if she were our own dear daughter.

We are truly devoted, My Edward and I.

Our hearts beat as one,

Our happiness is complete.